I know how much y'all look forward to my travel disasters but I was dangerously close to not having anything to report this trip. I made my flight out (barely - last person on the plane WIN!). No excessively intoxicated seat mates, no forgotten items, pleasant airlines peeps... And then the consummate professionals I was going to entrust my life to, as we hurtled thru the air at 33,000 feet, decided there were other, more enticing Friday night options & didn't show up for work. I least I think that's what happened. There was a plane but no one to fly it. There might be a sad story, flu, car wreck - who knows? Maybe I should be grateful they decided they weren't up to the task? All I know is that I spent another night in Texas. It was not fun. I was grumpy and stayed offline. Your welcome. I'm hopefully (!) on my way back home now but then I'm getting right onto another plane (hopefully?) to go see my brother & my sister in law and I will break my apparently not inviolate no baby shower rule because she's expecting and I couldn't be more excited. Though this put a kink in my shopping plans so... Yeah. This has nothing to do with anything except I miss my kids. And Matt.